Stick me on the fire escape.
If the world was a giant dollhouse and we were each placed in the spot most suiting of our stories, I’d be plopped on the emergency exit.
A rusty, rickety eyesore of a one stuck to the back of the playhouse.
Crammed with alley cats.
And creepy crows.
Yeah, it was that kind of a day for my anxiety and I on Monday. Be glad my blog was lost in the caterwauling.
Chloe amidst the creepy crows